"Arrghhh!!! How Dare Him!! I am really, really pissed!!" Desiree raged, pacing the floor of the tiny room in Clara's house, a crumpled letter in her hand.
"I don't care that he is the Opera Ghost, if he continues to use this tone on me, I might give him a piece of my mind soon!!" she stopped pacing and sat down heavily on the sofa. Rage has made Desiree forgot about her migraine for the moment.
She looked down at the letter to read it again, although she had read it enough times to learn it all by heart and had got angry each time.
Mademoiselle,
As you left my place in quite a rush, I did not have time to have a proper conversation with you (especially since we both were quite ill-mannered at the moment). Moreover, I am afraid that the issue of your payment is still to be resolved, as you did not receive your salary of the past months. I, myself, hate debtors with a passion and would despise to be called one.
I also noticed that your "friends" had protected your identity at the theatre. Bravo for your achievement in deceiving them to be loyal. You seem competent in not only pretence, but also deception, qualities I rarely found in someone I need to keep in my theatre. Since we both knew each other's dark secrets and it would be rather inconvenient for me to find another informer, I would like to re-negotiate the terms of your employment. Do not mistake my proposal for my forgiveness, as this is far from that notion.
Meet me in box 5 on the midnight of the next day. Know that I am not asking for your agreement, but rather demanding it. If my demand is not met, you already know too well that there WILL be consequences.
Your once- and- always Master,
O.G
The hands holding the letter shook. She resented the tone Erik had used in the letter. If he had intended to scare her in this letter, then he failed miserably as Desiree was feeling very far from fear now.
"He accused me of deceiving him and now he dares to threaten me, he is really mad. See if I'll go, and then let him do what he want. I am giving up on him, and I am giving up on this world.", she muttered angrily again, but unconsciously a tiny part of her brain was glad to read his pretty cursive again. She caught a whiff of parchment and leather from the letter, the familiar smell bringing back memories involuntarily.
***Flashback***
"Master! Dinner is served!!"
"Not yet, boy. How many times do I have to tell you not to disturb me while I am composing!!"
"Stop breathing so loudly on me, boy. You are disrupting my concentration."
"You will not cease your pleading unless I play you something, will you? Headstrong little creature..."
*** end of flashback***
Desiree sighed, she was grateful for Clara's hospitality, but she never felt at home here. In between quarrels and quibbles with the Opera Ghost, the dark, ominous lair had become a familiar reassuring place for her in this unfamiliar world. It was even ironic that she would find solace in the company of a confirmed murderer.
Her thoughts trickled on and on. Before she noticed, a faint smile was on her lips.
Suddenly catching that she was about to make a full-fledged smile, a first since she came to live with Clara, Desiree stopped and scowled deeply, annoyed with herself. ('He hadn't even put an ounce of apologetic notion in that letter'), she thought, ('not that I am about to forgive him'), she added haughtily. As if on cue, her subconscious gave a timely retort in Sharon's voice,
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The Phantom's Guardian (the Phantom of the Opera fan fiction)
FanfictionIs it fair to keep secrets from your loved one? Will you do anything to make your loved one happy? Is love "giving" or "taking, "forgiving" or "acceptance"? Desiree has always been obsessed with the Phantom of the Opera. On a visit to Paris, she me...
